In the dark and dashing rain,
A tar and mirror night,
I will take the road again.
Any day I might.
Raise a thumb and catch the eye
Of any passing lorry.
Scramble up and no goodbye.
Honey. What's your hurry?
"Heavy
traffic travels free."
That's the engine's voice.
The rowdy road is calling me.
It's giving me no choice.
If
I were creature of the sky,
Of water fire and air,
I'd leave this place without goodbye.
Leave it and never care.
Friendships made would melt away.
Forever unreclaimed.
All ties broken. That's the way.
You say mad! Untamed.
"Heavy
traffic travels free."
That's the engine's voice.
The rowdy road is calling me.
No choice.
No choice.
No choice.
Freda
Davis 2009 |
